I stare at you, wondering what’s on your tongue,
The words you wanna say or some other girls taste.
You stare back without ever meeting my eyes.
You think you know, how this story goes.
It’s an idea, it’s an idea,
To have us meet in the middle,
Dance around the subject til we all fall down.
It’s an idea, it’s an idea,
To have us put into that corner,
Dance around the subject til it all falls out.
I hear my phone, but I don’t answer when it’s you.
I can bet that you know when I want to.
This is so insane how we never move an inch.
But you get so far on your own.
It’s an idea, it’s an idea,
To have us meet in the middle,
Dance around the subject til we all fall down.
It’s an idea, it’s an idea,
To have us put into that corner,
Dance around the subject til it all falls out.
